Damn. (I'm sorry, Els)
The anger just keep boiling right through my skin. Weird expression, somewhat.
Why do I even try? It's obviously a hopeless case.
Bias, skills. One by one, I can quit trying.
Unreasonable.
Threaten, threats. Useless. (:
Streaming, I'm confused. I guess I've made a decision. (: Pray hard, maybe.
I'm worried.
How? I wouldnt dare say anything just yet.
DANCED- 8:46 PM